Denial

Yes, I was in denial. I was in denial about having impetigo. Oh, please don't say it phonetically. It is a form of strep and is usually associated with children. I had it as a child. It looks like bad acne but can be anywhere on one's body. We had two other cases at work and three cases of strep throat. Well, I suspected I MIGHT have impetigo as I had one blister on my forehead. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm not self-absorbed or anything. Well, it turns out that might be a good thing sometimes. Cause I DID have it. Here's where the denial comes in. See, as a kid all I remember is my parents being very embarrassed the we had impetigo (we got it from our sandbox - which was gone the next day) and them breaking and putting ointment on the blisters. That was what the doctor told them to do. No one remembers us being given antibiotics. I do not remember being sick, per se. But, perhaps it is different when one is grown up. I had a fever for days, horribly achey joints, I could hardly move. I was restless; exhausted but I could not sleep. And then, AFTER the fever a horrendous headache. Now, I would think again that I am just self-absorbed except that I confered with the other teacher who had this and she had the same symptoms. She attributed the headache, which does not go away to her body reacting to the antibiotics. And lastly, a thorough and numbing exhaustion. And the feeling of being wrapped in cotton wool - a soft but solid barrier between me and the world.
My poor dog was very sweet when I had a fever. She laid by me and was quiet and patient. I felt bad that she didn't get walked so, since I could not sleep anyway, I would walk her. And then feel like I had been hit by a truck. This went on for five days. Poor thing. I am feeling better and getting better at beign sick. Yeah, ya would think that someone so self-absorbed would be good at being sick. Bt, no. I HATE to be sick. Plus, throw in restless and it's not pretty. Getting back on track now though. Losts of rest, good food, MODERATE exercise. Moderation?? what is that? My body is teaching me.
Slowly, I am coming back. I feel better. I don't feel wrapped in cotton wool. I am still easily tired but going slow helps.